After the garbage truck

Trundles away

Down the wet street

With our forgotten refuse

Calm and silence

Descends to the buildings and trees

To the empty streets

Slowing forgetting the sound of footfalls

Above from balcony balustrades

The citizens ignore all below

Cooking noodles

And faking orgasms

Into the night goes

The leftovers of our lives

Apple cores and used tampons

Down under the dominion of the driver

Bourne upon his mechanical steed

To be buried, forgotten

Without a monument nor plinth

Every growing mountain of our wastefulness

A mountain that will stand

Long after we are gone

To remind our progeny

Of how we destroyed our beautiful sphere 

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